a baby is taken from me, one comes in, this is the mechanics of karma undoubtedly, my two lovely friends are expecting a child and i am thrilled for them, really happy for they are such fine people and i know they will be just fine. 
i have dinner with my friend yesterday, we eat japanese food watching the streets as a procession of sirens flow by,kids barely teenagers wander around drunk out of their skulls on vodka and udl cans that are packaged as fizzy drinks, the girls all wear short dresses and amplify their naked flesh, toxic pheromones whirl through the air as their boys refer to them as bitches and slags, this is the battle zone the war that has raged for eternity, the separation of femininity from nature. male rage. male fear and now  the remnants of the feminine principle imprinted on a generation looks ravaged and conquered. if there is such a thing as apocalyptic this is its mirror. 
we discuss the idea of technology, man has enmeshed within it to the point it is no longer a tool, it has become part of the maya, systems are impossible to define, organic life is technologically enhanced but at the same time diminished. this paradox is the nature of mans reality but not reality as facebook determines reality more than reality does. facebook is not real, it's constructed like all of mans illusions, it is completely unreal. 
'but it's just a tool,' i hear you cry.
no, it was a tool, now we are the tools of facebook.